Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look   Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay   Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz   Aiight      How long can sell?   (You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)   Before I have to go to jail   (You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)      Can I possibly get real?   (I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)   Before somebody go and snitch   (Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)      I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid   One false move, I can be destroyed   I avoid the cops, I use a decoy   See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy      I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid   One false move, I can be destroyed   To avoid the cops, I use a decoy   You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy      All my life I did nothin' but dealin'   Learned to rely on my gut feelin'   Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?   I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious      Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone   Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home   Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come   Stop telling these bitches where you got it from      How long can I sell?   The Sheriff departments right down the block   Before I have to go to jail   Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock      Can I possibly get real?   Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes   Before somebody go snitch   Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges      I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid   One false move I can be destroyed   I avoid the cops I use a decoy   You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy      I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid   One false move, I can be destroyed   I avoid the cops, I use a decoy   You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy      As I bail down the street with my khakis creased   Everybody looking at me look like the police   Havin' conversations with my gang assailants   Do you think, we under police surveillance?      Asking questions giving suggestions   Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians   Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up   Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man      How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?   The Sheriff department's right down the block   Before I have to go to jail   Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock      Can I possibly get real?   Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes   Before somebody go and snitch   Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges      Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water   Spend more time with my son and my daughter   But my drug life drug me away from my wife   She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife      The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'   The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'   Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'   But I gotta sell dope till it happen   For how long?      Hey, who is that, who is that man?   See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks   Yo man little rich kids comin' over here   That's what I'm saying now      You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents   What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?   Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy   He stays over there      How long can I sell?   The Sheriff departments right down the block   Before I have to go to jail   Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock      Can I possibly get real?   Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes   Before somebody go snitch   Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges      I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep   Before the cops rape, please give me a beat   If they accidently kill me and I don't escape   Pray some white person, gotta video tape      Twinkle twinkle little little star   That looks like a police car   Shining on my dope spot   A police raid      I hope not   Little little homie hold my gun   I'm gonna fuckin' run   Where I run, I don't care      Throw that dope, anywhere   Cops chase me, through the hood   Straight in to the woods camera   Fly like lepord's      I hear, German Shepards   Freeze, hold it right there   Drug dealers, nightmare   Busted crack, criminal court   No black support      Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white   They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years   This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal   If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still   What a predicament